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[Curt screaming and writhing around the stage isn't too unusual for their gigs. But this one does seem a little more intense than the usual.]
I've never seen one of your gigs from back home before.
I've never seen one of your gigs from back home before.
This actually isn't the first time this thing's happened, but it's the first with a concert.
Yeah it--Goddammit, Mandy, you fucking liar.
[The interjection is sudden, but his tone isn't quite as angry as the words are.]
[The interjection is sudden, but his tone isn't quite as angry as the words are.]
Is this something we're going to need booze for?
[And yes, this is the sound of Stephen getting his jacket and his boots on. He knows Curt well enough by now to know when he's not doing well.]
[And yes, this is the sound of Stephen getting his jacket and his boots on. He knows Curt well enough by now to know when he's not doing well.]
I dunno. It's not, like, a thing.
[Yup. Clarity.]
Yeah.
[Yup. Clarity.]
Yeah.
Hold tight, okay? I'll be right over.
[Grabbing keys and locking up behind him now...]
[Grabbing keys and locking up behind him now...]
All right. But no hurry or anything.
[He actually kind of hopes Stephen gives him a moment to get his feelings straight.]
[He actually kind of hopes Stephen gives him a moment to get his feelings straight.]
[He has to stop at the liquor store first. He also makes a decision before he leaves and grabs his emergency stash of weed from his bottom drawer. Just in case. It's about thirty minutes before he shows up. The door's unlocked, so he lets himself in.]
Curt?
Curt?
Your style is music is still such a shock to me.
[Seriously the best boyfriend.]
Hey.
[Curt looks over from where he's on the bed, leaning against the window and noodling around on an unplugged guitar. He looks a bit distant, and tired, but nothing around him is visibly broken that wasn't broken yesterday.]
Hey.
[Curt looks over from where he's on the bed, leaning against the window and noodling around on an unplugged guitar. He looks a bit distant, and tired, but nothing around him is visibly broken that wasn't broken yesterday.]
I know... But we have no music like this back home. I wonder if that changes in the future...?
[He knows.
Stephen drops the beer on the nearest surface and comes to join Curt on the bed. He leans across the guitar to kiss him, chastely enough but slowly, before he kicks off is shoes to sit up next to him.]
Stephen drops the beer on the nearest surface and comes to join Curt on the bed. He leans across the guitar to kiss him, chastely enough but slowly, before he kicks off is shoes to sit up next to him.]
I don't see why it wouldn't. Even when there are differences with people's worlds...a lot of stuff ends up the same.
It still amazes me how far technology has advanced since the 60's...
[Curt kisses him back and uncurls a bit. It's been around a year since he was last home, and there are some times when it feels very distant. It's a little weird to have the reminder that he'll end up back to the night (well, morning after) of this memory.]
It was right after that concert I ended up back here.
It was right after that concert I ended up back here.
Talking to Stephen about that stuff is always weird. The City level of technology is pretty normal to him, like even the Network and all.
[Stephen scoots in closer, one arm coming around his waist and anchoring down.]
What happened?
What happened?
I guess I'm just annoyed by what I didn't know happened, cuz apparently Brian showed up that night.
Yeah. Can't see much but blue hair, but it's him.
[Stephen gives him a bit of a squeeze around his waist. The more bits and pieces he gets about Brian, the more he feels like tracking this guy down and punching him. There are few things that seem to mess Curt up as much as memories about him.]
You thought he was dead, didn't you?
You thought he was dead, didn't you?
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